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Iyana Moonbreeze …He is Human, and he shall be alone. He stands close to six feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes. Most likely he will be bette..

Assassin The dreary bar room grew only drearier as the unofficial closing time fell upon the Inn at Darkshire. Apart from the bartender, only two p..

Should Have Gone to Church In the dead of the night, Duskwood was quieter than the coldest grave. The decrepit, cobbled paths were devoid of activi..

Demon Lovers He had grown used to the smell, but knowing that he was surrounded by feces and rotting flesh was enough to make Vaeloris Fandremut wr..

Saved by the Buzzard Besides two sets of thundering hooves, the forests of Duskwood were silent. The dull clup of horseshoes hitting the cobbled ro..

Is It Impossible? After hours of tapestry-weaving, Lorelein’s fingers had grown tired and tender. She had set her tools down, and for the las..

Long Trip to Stormwind When Stefan awoke, he found the letter resting on the edge of the night stand. Sure enough, Stormwind requested that he appe..

Demon As Jhomrotazz emerged from the cloud of smoke, the colors of the world flooded his senses. Just moments before, he had been locked away in a ..

Late for Dinner Step by step, he ascended the ladder. After a few more feet, he finally reached the top. He poked his head up and through the hole,..

Perhaps it's Impossible Stefan was anxious to get back to Booty Bay. He had not only broken his promise of dinner with Lorelein, but would be arriv..